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Poster: ^OO-OO^ Date: Oct 4, 2007 2:10pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: .

The ball's big—like lobbing a volleyball.
And the batter's box is so far away.
Tiny ball, red ball, white ball, rainbow ball.
Wasn't even supposed to play today.
The batters are whiffing in slow motion
Because their strike zone is five miles wide.
The catcher is wavy like the ocean,
Before my release, have to time the tide.
Straight bat, bendy bat, big bat, little bat.
Feels like I'm pitching inside of a dream.
I'm flying as high as an acrobat,
My fingers feel every stitch in the seam.
I wonder what all the fuss is about?
I'm just trying to get the guy out.


A poem for Doc Ellis By Jilly Dybka

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Poster: Lipotor Date: Oct 4, 2007 2:20pm
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pass the sack hacker

well done

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Poster: Lipotor Date: Oct 4, 2007 2:50pm
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love be a diaper

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Poster: Cumby the Dickless Shrew Date: Oct 4, 2007 9:29pm
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And Quimby be a cocksuckker.